A Change Of Heart ✓

Izuku Midoriya

My eyes fluttered open, a bright light filling my vision. My eyes snapped shut before I rapidly blinked, attempting to get used to the light.

After a moment, I cracked my neck, letting out a slight groan. I attempted to sit up, but felt myself being held back and unable to move freely. My eyes trailed downwards, noticing chains binding my wrists to the back of the bed.

I furrowed my brows and raised my head before glancing to the side, a short yelp escaping my lips as I did so.

A tired - but incredibly angry, from the looks of it - man was inches from my face, staring at me intently. "What was your reason for attacking U.A.?"

My head pounded, and I could do nothing but blink at the man. "What?"

His eye twitched, features showing clear annoyance. However, I became preoccupied with looking around, unintentionally ignoring him.

Otherwise, the room was mostly white, and, strangely, reminiscent of... A nurse's office...?

I curiously tilted my head at a curtain separating my area from another. It seemed like there was a shadow on the other side. Shaking my head, I shrugged it off.

"Move out of the way," an older voice asked. The man sighed slightly, allowing a short woman through.

She pressed the back of her hand to my head, shaking her head. "He doesn't have a fever or anything. Alright," she hopped back down, "From what I can tell, he's perfectly fine." She shot a skinny, blonde man a dirty look. "With no help from you."

The man furrowed his brows. "But-"

"Yes, I understand," the woman rolled her eyes. "Anyways, sonny, what do you remember?" she asked me, slightly wary.

"O-oh!" I felt my cheeks become hot. "Err..."

The blonde man narrowed his eyes. "Look, he's clearly faking or something. We should just bring him over to the prison and-"

My eyes widened. "Prison?!" I blurted.

The three paid me little to no mind. However, the black-haired man pinched the bridge of his nose in response to the blonde man.

"Can you just wait for a minute, All Might?" he sighed.

"All Might...?" I mumbled. Do I know that name...?

All Might shot up from his seat, anger practically emanating off of him. "Are we just going to sit here like nothing happened?! Recovery Girl, Aizawa! You both saw firsthand what this kid did!"

Strangely, I began to feel guilty, a lump catching in my throat.

Aizawa took in a deep breath. "I understand," he said, clearly angry as well, just less expressive. "But we're here for a reason, and you can't go and blow up before we get any answers. It's irrational."

All Might stood silent for a moment before sitting down, glaring slightly at me. Even though he seemed relatively harmless, a chill went down my spine as he stared.

"Anyways," the black-haired man turned towards me, causing me to snap back to reality. "I'll ask again. Why did you attack U.A.?" he asked sternly.

I blinked, reaching to scratch the back of my neck, but surprised when I remembered the restraints were attached. However, I quickly shrugged it off. "Uh, I'd love to answer but...," I paused awkwardly, blushing. "What's U.A.?"

The black-haired man stared at me before sighing. "Oh boy," he mumbled.

"I assumed as much," Recovery Girl sighed. "With that kind of head trauma, how could he not have amnesia?"